Devotion Poem 7, the Unknowing
Devotion Poem Seven, The Unknowing
(Written for Jim Eslinger, as I face complex surgery)
The difficult coming days shall combine
Into a memory of run hours.
And the hours all combined into minutes
Of final rushed movements: ours and
So many nameless faces with their business
And forgotten words of orders to be followed.
Minutes that shall become so suddenly
Crushed
Into seconds of a message about to come
From an inner, dark, impenetrable surgery
Where I shall lie separate from you, my love,
In a state of being repaired. And those seconds
Will collapse into one instant, during which
My surgeon will emerge, pulling down his mask,
Looking either grave or vague, to utter
A few words that will cling to remaining promise...
Or condense our decades into a single word
Of inexplicable horror among a whole
Realm of endings that will not matter, for
Time itself will have ended
Taking with it our touches and glances,
Our laughter and concerns, our immediate
Exchanges of lover and beloved, gone,
Given to eternity and God, Gwho will also
Seem to stand in a veiled distance
Outside ample comforting. I will have been
Torn from you with my irreparable heart
Gone weeping back to the cradling divine
Where my eyes will hold you for all eternal moments.
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Thanks be to God.
(C)sally Young eslinger 2020
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